Floyd drives my second bus, the one that gets me to work. Floyd has white hair, cut like a fuzzy military cut and sounds like he's from one of the lesser populated areas of Western North Carolina. He wears pinky rings on both hands. He's a super nice guy, and he seems to have to 10-100 a lot. I like Floyd. He's good people.
On the way to work, we cross two sets of railroad tracks. The drivers have to stop and open the doors before proceeding across the the tracks. As Floyd pulled up to the first set of tracks, he calls to everyone on the bus to look out the left windows. "Y'all, look over there at those deer." He points to the mother deer and two spotted babies grazing by the tracks. The mom deer looks up at us, I assume she thinks, "Meh," and goes back to grazing. The two babies freak out a little and start to head back to the woods.
"Isn't that pretty?" adds Floyd as he lingers a bit longer than usual before crossing the tracks. It was lovely.